I watch him sleep in the early hours of morning,
mane as black waters, lips as rosebud
with a duskier fragrance,
a blend of bitter orange and sageβ€”
and I mouth a silent prayer.
Outside the wind blows
violent, merciless, relentless and unyielding;
sometimes souls like ours just come together
like solving quadratic equations
by factoringβ€”
leaning over, my gaze falls upon a tortoiseshell comb
with jeweled rims, a half-eaten loganberry
and a copy of Station Eleven.
I tiptoe into the dark heart of his desire,
slipping the comb into my hair;
breathing slower and faster at the same timeβ€”
is there any reason
as to why silence carries meaning
as much as words
blinked from eyes,

while one mouth seeks the other?

 

 

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A Skylover Wordlist:Β  Merciless, tortoiseshell,
fragrant πŸ’

Posted for the Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United